Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-05-28

my slippers, and commenced put
ting my most valuable papers int
my writing desk. While was d'
ing this, there came a quick ste
on the STAIRS, and voice cryin
the names of all those who sleptO
the landing. I opened my doc
and saw for the first time that TIL
door Of all the other chambers WA
open, and the occupants had fec
IL was Il servant.
"Oh come down, for heaven
sake" cried she. The back par
of The honse is afre from cellar E
roof, inside!''
There were doors in the hall
shutting off all the back part of thu
honSe from the front.
''Are all out?" I asked, flingins
a clio TX around me, and taking u
my precious writing desk. mis-:
Forbs, Mr.. AMI Mrs. Blake. Mis-
Houston and Miss C;lstleton9's sail
l.. as Iswent through the snok.,
hall.
aGod have mercy" cried til,
Irish girl, shut don't think is:
Castleton isout! Tve not seensher!
Oil what'l l. do?"
Just then IL figure came leaping
up the stairs. .
eco down!n he cried to me as Ilt
sprang past me.
He flung open the door between
the two balls, a volley Of smoke
poured out, and lretrelted. 1t was
David Atwood. | knew instinct
lively that he had gone for Florence
stleton, and that she would im.
mediately be safe.
Down stairs people wee carry
ing ont furniture, and he greatest
confusion and c)nsternation, min /
glel with much ;tive energy, pre-.
vailed. The fire engines were com
ing rapidly up, and a great crowd
WIS gathering. was preparing
to 90 across the street, to the house
of a friend, finding that I could be
of no use there, when my attention
was attracted by The form Of MI.
Grey rushing into the hall, at the
same instant that Mrs. Blake put
her baby into my arms for safe
keeping, while she wrapped two
little shivering forms in shawl;,
preparatory to putting them into Il
carriage for IL friends house,
Mr.. Grey caught the arm of Mrs
Hawley, as she flow down stairs
with IL pile of valuable clothing.
"NIiss Clstleton! Mrs. Hawley,
where is shea" he cried:
81 don't knowl [ don't know!'
she exclaimed desplrIngly. "Some
one went for her. [ have not seen
herr
Mr. Grey interrupted her with an
oath, and sprang to the stairS;ou5
at that momsnt the figure of Da-
vid Atwood emerged from the
smoke on the stairway, with the
sensele,s form of Florence C.lstle-
ton in his arms. She had appa-
rentiy tainted with fright, or=been
overpowered by the smoke. She
was halfdressed; her beautiful gold
hair swept over D.lvid's arm, and
her white unconscious face was
claSped closely to his breast.
They carried her out into the air,
anil she soon revived, anu was car
ried to tue ho5el where MIR. Grey
resided.
The fire wils finally extinguisled,
but the house was very much in
jnred, and rend,red untenantable
until repaired.
1t was spring, and I went ont of
town, but that summer | received
the following letter:
"MY DEAREST HEsTER:-I've
such news to tell You! Florence
Castleton has married that horrid,
awkward David Atwood, who is a
fright, if he does play beautifully
on the violin. 1t seems that he
saved her from the fire, and she
went into a passion of gratitude,
and he told her he loved her, and
there was a pretty stlte of affairs
for that arisJocratic Gray, who is
more than half in love with Flor,
ence himself, 1 believe. But they
SHY that Florence said to him,
Dear guardian, remember my
mother, land he gave right up aud
let her marry Atwood. L WASN'T az
the wedding; she was married at
the Gray's country seat, aud they
say that the bride wore blue lark
spur in her lair. Horrid taste and
so forth.
81. MANCHESTER"
l smiled. l was very glad.